Childishly, I
Look forward to a trip to the zoo
Where I will walk among many
Removed from their accustomed places
Performing for passers-by
And hoping for some scraps of something or other
Gaudy peacocks strutting arrogantly
Their discordant cries ringing and disturbing
And barking hyenas waiting to
Clamp down on the younger children of
Others
And sometimes they are the same
But I will still go again
And eat my popcorn
And go back home
Thinking how much fun it would be to be
Them
If perhaps back in their never really natural habitats
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